Just me and couple of friends, looking to fucking hang.
Got a little fucking time to kill, fuck the phone even if it dings.
Nothing fucking special, no glory and no shame.
Not looking to fuck with anybody, to scapegoat, or smear a good man’s name.
I just love this country - so much it fucking hurts.
Like an open wound, if you poke it, it’s probably gonna fucking burn.
At first I touched it softly; then I squeezed, and it went bang.
I pursued some happiness, it’s hard to find the fucking thang.
Even in success, you can’t forget the shit you overcame.
In the flood of stress, you just expect - same shit different day.
I just love this country - so much it fucking hurts.
Like an open wound, if you poke it, it’s probably gonna fucking burn.
Oh, I listen with an open mind, to what the strangers say.
I can get the gist, even if I don’t know half of what the fuck they’re saying.
If you’re just looking for a little respect, not flattery or undue acclaim.
If you love your neighbor and earn your keep, our goals are basically the same.
I just love this country - so much it fucking hurts.
Like an open wound, if you poke it, it’s probably gonna fucking burn.
I just love this country - so much it fucking hurts.
Like an open wound, if you poke it, it’s probably gonna fucking burn.
Burn ... burn ... burn
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